MIST
Eyes and eyesight is changed,
By using specks,
The eyes are continuously changed,
In a day we feel complcent and weak both,
There is imbalance in our life,
Like a scale we go up, we go down,
There is mist in our relations,
Materialism is infecting everyone,
Mist is every where
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